Chapter 235

"Oh - McLean, you look tall again!"

Coming this way was Remus lupin. He was still poor, and he didn't know where he had gone during this time.

But at least he seems to be in good spirits. He should be doing well.

"I'm developing!" said Maka, pointing to Tonks beside her. "Nefadora Tonks, the new Auror of the Ministry of magic, is a rising star in the British magic world."

"Er... Hey, Hello! NEFA... Huh?" lupin tossed the name in his mouth for a while and found it really inappropriate to call it out, "cough... I'm Remus lupin."

"Call me Tonks!"

Obviously, Tonks himself doesn't like the name very much. It always reminds people of some untimely vulgar titles ①.

"Is Sirius there?"

Maka didn't have time to worry about Tonks's name. He looked into the inner room, but he found that there was indeed another person in it, but it was obviously not Sirius.

That's a... um... How to say? Is a man who is almost integrated with darkness!

Uh, okay! In fact, he is just a Dark Wizard

"Shaker?"

Maka was surprised that the elite Auror came here in the middle of the night.

Why don't men become bald! The tall Auror without half a hair on his head is a good hand in catching black wizards, and he has a lot of experience in other affairs.

At the moment, he was lying on the table writing something. As soon as he heard his name called, he immediately raised his head.

"Mr. McLean?"

Both of them met for the first time, but they have known each other for a long time. Maka saw the name of "Kingsley shaker" in all event files; As for schacker, the name "Marca McLean" is synonymous with "big trouble".

"From today on, I don't have to worry about Mr. McLean and your business..." schacker's voice sounded very low and solid, giving people a sense of stability. "After all, we can be regarded as standing in the same camp."

Maka smiled, shrugged her shoulders and said with a little apology, "I've caused you trouble... But I think it's just the beginning!"

"Oh - that's not pleasant news."

Shacker shook his head slightly and lowered his head to continue his work. Recently, the stronghold here has just been opened, and the order of the Phoenix has not officially restarted until today. There are many things that need to be planned in detail!

Just then, Tonks took Marca's shoulder and put his probe in, and then retracted back.

"Why is he here?" Tonks murmured softly, poking his finger at Maka's back.

"Isn't it good to have a boss here to take care of you?" Maka chuckled. "With such a good opportunity, I don't have to learn more. Schacker is the elite Auror in the Ministry of magic."

"..." said Tonks, glancing. "He's all right, but he's too boring."

Marca smiled indifferently and then looked at lupin again.

"Hey! I said, how did you think about my last proposal?" he asked. "It's about raising magical creatures on that island."

"I think we'd better wait until the matter here is over!" lupin said, "you're short of manpower, aren't you?"

"Well... Oh, yes! Remember to come here regularly to take potions. I put them all in the potion cabinet over there." Marka pointed to the other side, then turned around and said, "well, I should go back to Hogwarts to catch up on my sleep. See you next time!"

"Dear Mr. McLean, are you leaving now?"

Just as Maka turned around, she saw kliche, the domestic elf, appearing in front of him surrounded by a rag as usual.

"It's presumptuous, but old cliche thought that the hostess didn't want so much dirt -"

"Don't complain, clencher," said Marca casually as she passed it. "If you want Regulus's last wish to come true, you must rely on them, okay?"

"... well, by the way, I'll clean up here with you when I'm free next time... It's too dirty!"

Clencher shrunk his neck, glared at Tonks and lupin standing at the door of the inner room, and then retreated to one side.

"How can I trouble you? Yes... Cleaning... Old cliche can do it himself, just himself..."

Under the admirable gaze of the elf clencher, Maka calmly left the old black house.

"What's the matter with that domestic elf?" Tonks looked back and saw Luping staring numbly at the gate. He didn't know what he was thinking.

"Mr. lupin?" said Tonks strangely. "What's the matter?"

"Hmm..." lupin was shouted by her and finally recovered. "That's clencher. He has served the Black family since childhood... You'll understand later."

Clencher doesn't like anyone, and lupin, a close friend of Sirius, has long known this - however, it doesn't seem to be a thing for McLean!

They were about to go to the inner room when the door was suddenly opened again. They looked back, but Maka had gone and returned.

"By the way, it's time to remind you..." Marca stood at the gate and charged inward. "In the next period of time, Voldemort will have a lot of small movements. Just pay more attention."

With that, there was another bang, and the door was closed again.

"... did he almost forget the most important thing?" Tonks said coldly.

"Who knows?" Lu Ping sighed.

Dumbledore's anti Voldemort organization members are reuniting, and Voldemort's death eaters are eager to try. The turbulent undercurrent hidden under the calm lake seems to be about to begin to churn.

It can be predicted that when the first undercurrent breaks through the water, even if it is weak, the ripples will spread to the whole lake at a very fast speed, breaking all the tranquility floating on the surface mercilessly.

Without Maka's timely action, once the previous cases of missing persons turn into werewolf murders, it must form the first wave of people's self danger.

Maka's current actions are undoubtedly delaying the intensification of contradictions and the outbreak of chaos.

As long as all undercurrents are still undercurrents, even if they are ready and unstoppable, false peace can still bring him a quiet time.

yes!

In order to be able to contact the bewitching monument in a state close to perfection, and to solve the possible dangers without doubt, he still needs time, and the more, the better

This night, Maka was in a hurry, but she only got three hours of sleep.

It was not because he loved learning and research and gave up sleeping in, but because someone came to demstrom's ship early the next morning.

"... Professor moody?"

When the crazy eyed man came to the cabin without saying a word, Maka had sat on the edge of the bed with a magic wand in his hand. He was rubbing his eyes hard and yawning greatly.

"You still have time to sleep? The victim came to the door..." the crazy eyed man muttered angrily, "come with me and go to the headmaster's office..."

"The victim?"

With a wave of her wand, Maka put the clothes hanging on the hanger on him one by one and tied her belt. Then he reached out and fastened the medicine bag and sundry bag on the table at his waist. Then he followed the crazy eyed man to the deck.

"Buddy crouch," said the mad eyed man casually, striding forward with crutches, "you're tough enough, haven't you done this kind of thing more than once?"

Marca quickly followed him, smiling bitterly and shaking her head.

"I wish I could do it a few times less. After all, seeing a life disappear under my own hands... Not everyone can be happy," he said, glancing away. "In this regard, it's not easy to be a complete Death Eater."

"Hum... If you know how to fear death, you will be stronger." the crazy eyed man disdained to say, "those bastards obviously can't understand this truth."

"You really make complaints about a few truths?" Marca could not help but Tucao, "from the point of view of magic theory, it is really so..."

Only a strong spirit can give birth to a strong material. Even the learning and application of rule runes starts from experiencing the spirit.

In this world, all magic can not escape this basic theory, but every wizard's understanding of it is always different.

In casual conversation, they soon came to the door of the headmaster's office.

When the door was quietly opened, Maka immediately saw the current director of the Department of International Magic exchange and cooperation of the Ministry of Magic - Barty crouch, i.

Compared with the scrupulous Mr. crouch who was seen at the opening scene of the top three competition, he is standing in the headmaster's room with his back bent. His face is thin and shapeless, and the color of vicissitudes is reflected in his words.

Having lost his son again, he has lost his composure. After all, he is old.

"Mr. crouch."

Maka walked to him calmly and solemnly, leaned over to him slightly, and showed his due consciousness.

No matter how evil little buddy crouch is and how devoted he is to Voldemort, he is still a father's child after all. Even if his father has never been competent, Maka should apologize at this time.

"It was me who sent your child away."

Maka spoke the truth without hesitation.